writer’s island saturday prompt no 6 beguile
photo: ADoseofShipBoy’s, flickr
coming up for air
gulp the coolness
thin and light
clears the cobwebs
covering the corners
diluted and dusty
far from here there
is a highway stretching
out clawing its way
needing a ride one
hitches along with
another who goes
finding feet resting
quiet abstraction blooms
and breathes
mobile marvelous mutuality
we ponder peacefully
the weather of where we are
he points at the sky he points
at him and smiles innocently
at the brightness of the blue
solidarity symbiosis we are
with little notice he disengages
in an enlightened ebbing wind
that untangles a waterfall
of colorful confetti
falling fantastically
translucence awakening
deep the soundless sleep
never wakes so swiftly
feet fired up
the highway opens
gulping gurgles
Piece of Pie ala Mode 